A bland, feeling of ownership,
is that what it's all about?
Beyond its value,
though destined to grow.
Gasping my way out of this sea of paper,
we managed not to choke,
but we are already green and soaked.
A gift to mankind became a waste of oxygen.
at first It felt remotely homely,
but from here you can see all the disasters it caused:
you can see the high water mark stains on the walls,
It is not even a matter of sailing, anymore.
It is all about floating,
"drag me somewhere safe today,
because I won't go back there".
The chance of a positive chain of events is unlikely,
you get what you get given.
I gambled all my money on red,
all my money on red, please.